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Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

He was polite! As big and as ruthless as he seemed on a broom, Melinda was pleasantly surprised to find that the politeness Marcus had expressed on the journals translated into real life. Of course she wouldn’t have minded if he didn’t seem as tense as he did, because she really did want to give him a fair chance and not discredit him based solely on his name and past. “Not too bad myself, either,” she smiled at him – bending the truth only the tiniest of bits – and went back behind the counter again.

“Actually,” Melinda said as she transferred the mud cake – one of Roger’s favourites and today decorated with an intricate pattern of chocolate icing filigree – to the box, “I’m the one who should be thanking you.” She glanced up at him, before she looked down to make sure that she got the lid closed properly. “Roger’s a dear friend, and I appreciate you’re spending with him today, not to mention making a detour to come here. That’s…” Clearing her throat, she set the box aside and looked at Marcus for maybe a beat too long as she tried to estimate what it was about him that made his appreciation for what she was doing seem more personal than just friendly concern for Roger.

“I only heard the post-match recap,” she confessed and wiped her hands on a clean napkin. “And of course Roger’s very downplayed version, but what happened?” Marcus, she knew, would be certain to know this, at least she thought he would, but there was just… something. And she wanted desperately to be able to put her finger on it.